It really is crazy that i am updating my blog after a span of over two months...i have umpteen number of reasons for not having updated it,(this i need to give to my dear cousin in particular..for he has been badgering me for over a month now for having a blog just for namesake:)) but every single reason is as unconvincing as the other.Anyway,here is my second entry,and i shall dedicate it to my dear cousin KANNA:) who introduced me to this whole world of blogging:).
My end sem hols had jus started and if not all elated,atleast i was happy that a whole month lay ahead of me and i knew it was going to be exciting and a joie de vivre experience- the special trip that had been planned(at the cost of missing a certificate course..i thought i would slog later...)...
It was planned that I would spend a week in Mumbai,where i would see my mama ,mami,cousins,periappa,periamma..and every other relative of mine who is there and needless to say,savour the vada pavs thats a speciality of that place
And then i was to spend a whole fortnight in korba..which is in the midst of the thorny deciduous forests and rocky hills in interior chattiSgarh...how I love that place!..all one can see there is power plants and power plants and ......more power plants!!!!(Chattisgarh is supposed to be the state that produces maximum power in our country..its self sufficent and also supports neighbouring states like Orrisa and Madhya Pradesh)...I longed to go to that little wild town..stay with my dear mama..spend long endless days watching tv,surf the net,read novels from mamis great book collection ,give tuitions rarely:) to the kids that come to my mama's place,go for long walks on the winding solitary lanes,discus every possible thing on earth with mama ,and of course pamper my taste buds with the the lip smacking road side aaloo tikkis,pani puris and pav bhaji....(my mama always takes me to this special thela...over a smelly naali (sewer)..and the guy there makes the best pav bhaji in the whole town..the bhaji is made right in front of us..putting in all the chopped vegetables,adding water,mashing it..adding spices,garam masla...and again stirring it..to make the most delicious bhaji that will literally melt in your mouth)..
And after a fortnight there it was decided that i would spend the last week of my holidays in Kolkata...now wat do I say about this city..when i went there for the first time during my 9th std annual hols..i hated the place..it seemed to be smelling of fish...the roads were nasty...so densely populated...the kali mandir maintained so badly....but then i slowly ,unconsciously,fell for the place..i thought i could see behind the veil of dirt,crowd and poverty, a vibrant city,rich in culture,art and tradition in spite of the cosmopolitan culture...i felt in no other Indian city, has our rich culture and the modern lifestyle blended better.one can find any tunic- a cotton salwar or a banares brocade,a nightie or a pepe t -shirt,kurtis or dupattas,anything an Indian woman has ever worn... jewellery,leather bags,shoes,accessories,from jhumkas to rings to hangings made of clay...if there is anyplace on earth where one can get everything that has ever been made by men to pretttify a woman,a place that really celebrates womankind, then that certainly has got to be Kolkata.
And so,I dreamt of a long lazy week,relishing my solitude(as my father leaves early to work and returns late ),experimenting with dishes,spending hours together reading newspapers,listening to radio amore on the World space network,.leaning against the grill in the balcony,watching the vehicles go by...heavenly!..i thought...
But well,things never happen the expected way in life...:) and that is how everything went diametrically opposite... I was rudely dragged back to reality,when I unexpectedly fell ill.I had a mild fever when I left Trichy,and by the time I reached Mumbai, after two tiring days of train travel,I had lost my appetite and in the next two days it was confirmed that i had jaundice..i barely spent a day in my mama's place for my cousin's poonal(sacred thread wearing ceremony)..and the same week i returned to trichy..along with my poor mother who was equally upset and worried sick about my health.Then started the gloomy,hellish period of three weeks..as i rested at home,following a strict,zero fat diet,getting calls all through the day from my father,relatives and friends....my holiday plans were shattered..and it all had happened so fast!!
Anyway,coll has now begun,and i have bid good bye to hepatosplenomegaly..my end semester holidays never went the way i wanted them to go,but on a positive note they weren't really bad either..if i had fallen ill sometime during the academic course..it would have cost me a lot more..mumbai,kolkata and korba are still out there,waiting for me and i shall probably make it to these places during my next holidays..i dunno if i would ever have thought so much about these three places if i had been there..eventhough i missed out a lot..it wasn't totally without its share of advantages..:) being at home,getting pampered,not even doing so much as dusting my bookshelf..
Summer 2008 gave me a glimpse of it all..excitement,boredom,thrill,desire,monotony,contentment,depression ,hopelessness,anger and all that is part of life!
